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Red lights right, white lights left. They sat on the greyhound bus in the middle of shivery December night. She laid her head on his shoulders connecting her eye lids. Minutes passed he whispered "it’s like moving Christmas lights". She quickly opened her eyes to moving traffic. She whispers “we’re missing the green lights".




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